For The Marriage of Faustus and Helen (Harold Hart Crane Poems)
"And so we may arrive by Talmud skillAnd profane Greek to raise the building upOf Helen's house against the Ismaelite,King ...
Poems about shrugs (18 Poems)
Satire I (John Donne Poems)
Away thou fondling motley humorist,Leave mee, and in this standing woodden chest,Consorted with these few bookes, let me lyeIn prison, ...
Braggart (John Clare Poems)
With careful step to keep his balance upHe reels on warily along the street,Slabbering at mouth and with a staggering ...
The Garden In Winter (Mary Webb Poems)
The winter sun that rises near the southLooks coldly on my garden of cold clay;Like some old dotard with a ...
Theophila Or Loves Sacrifice. Canto XI (Edward Benlowes Poems)
THE VANITIE OF THE VVORLD The Disincantation.ARGUMENT. Crispulus hic, nulli Nugarum Laude secundus, Cui Mens Lucis inops, Stulta Ruina Dom?s; ...
The Summary of Wisedome (Edward Benlowes Poems)
Worldlings we court not, envy not, nor fear; May Friends to Vertue lend their Ear: While Sinners split on shelves, ...
The Rhymes of Sym (C J Dennis Poems)
Nobody knew why it should be so;Nobody knew or wanted to know. It might have been checked had but someone ...
The Debate (C J Dennis Poems)
He was a Glug of simple charm;He wished no living creature harm. His kindly smile like sunlight fell On all ...
Rabelais (Alexander Anderson Poems)
J'aime Monsieur Francois Rabelais, that Rough, shoulder-shrugging, laughing Frenchman,Who struts about, broad, red, and fat, With humour for his constant ...
The Girl Of The U.S.A. (Ella Wheeler Wilcox Poems)
Oh! the maidens of France are certainly fine,And I think every fellow will stateThat the "what-you-may-call-it" coiffured wayThey put up ...
Malmaison (Amy Lowell Poem)
I How the slates of the roof sparkle in the sun, over there, over there, beyond the high wall! How ...
The Hammers (Amy Lowell Poem)
I Frindsbury, Kent, 1786 Bang! Bang! Tap! Tap-a-tap! Rap! All through the lead and silver Winter days, All through the ...
Talking To My Father Whose Ashes Sit In A Closet And Listen (Lisa Zaran Poems)
Death is not the final word. Without ears, my father still listens, still shrugs his shoulders whenever I ask a ...
Tunbridge Wells (John Wilmot Poems)
At five this morn, when Phoebus raised his head From Thetis' lap, I raised myself from bed, And mounting steed, ...
Only A Boche (Robert William Service Poems)
We brought him in from between the lines: we'd better have let him lie; For what's the use of risking ...
Mad Maria (Robert William Service Poems)
Mad Maria in the Square Sits upon a wicker chair. When the keeper asks the price Mad Maria counts her ...
Notice What This Poem Is Not Doing (William Stafford Poems)
The light along the hills in the morning comes down slowly, naming the trees white, then coasting the ground for ...
Graves (Carl Sandburg Poems)
I dreamed one man stood against a thousand, One man damned as a wrongheaded fool. One year and another he ...